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My Psycho Stepson and me

Lesly was just your typical kind of sadistic high school gym teacher, having her idyllic life disturbed when she was taken away by this strange butler, who informed her about her being the true heiress of a fallen family.  That wasn't all; he was asking her to sign the papers to marry a husband whom she had never met before. Normally, she would have run away and reported them to the police—if it weren't for them threatening her with the (for her) most important hostage. On her first day in the villa of her new husband, she barged in on her stepson, intertwined with a brunette girl, not stopping to do the deed just because of her presence. Clearly a psycho. Next was the husband, who enticed her with money if she stayed for a year, slept in his bed, and played his wife.  Lesly decided to go through with it for the good ol' money - however, after being introduced properly to her psycho stepson with ravishingly handsome looks, she had a feeling that things in this house would develop in a dangerous direction. And she should be proven right. First Volume: 'The Burning Man' is finished! I am going on hiatus with this because it was a hell of a ride for me as well. I think the big unveiling is done now, and I hope I answered most of the questions. I have a few ideas in mind for the second volume, but I wanted to write something new. The author is unpredictable, so maybe I take it on tomorrow again, but right now, I don't know. Thanks for all your support! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

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48. Taking sides

A little while later, I heard the door being opened, before it fell back shut.

Jude entered and came to the bed, grabbing the hem of his black turtleneck sweater and pulling it over his head with a pained grunt. His muscles were flexing beautifully; the injured panther was not losing any of its magnificence. He threw the sweater away, before crashing onto his bed, lying on his stomach, his head sideways in my direction.

The abyss spotted my hideout the next instant, dancing brilliantly as if embracing me.

"Come out, come to me." Jude whispered, but I could hear his voice strangely loud, reverberating inside me.

I pushed the chair away and crawled out, unsightly, with the gold treasures still in my hands.

Standing up, I put them on the already-cluttered desk, and turned around to walk to Jude.

The moment I had stood up, the gruesome wounds on his back had already entered my view.